[Ren kind of knows he's about to die for this, but like, it's fine. Regardless, he's dressed, his knife is nearby in case he really needs it, and tries to look soooooo cool in one of the chairs around the room. Much to both of their inevitably dismay, the spring rooms are... well, exactly what you'd expect them to be. Colorful. Comfortable. Encouraging some good cuddle time.
That's not what's coming. But Ren can dream for a second before he gets stabbed.]
That's not what's coming. But Ren can dream for a second before he gets stabbed.]
[He does not in from the window, but the door to Ren's dorm room suddenly bursts open from being kicked, and there stands Roro Adochi - I mean, Goro Akechi - with a look on his face that can only mean murder. His piercing gaze pins Ren in place before he's crossing the room in a few, quick strides.]
You have four seconds to explain yourself. There will not be a fifth.
You have four seconds to explain yourself. There will not be a fifth.
Edited 2025-02-08 19:14 (UTC)
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amurderofcrow
2025-02-14 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Considering it's been three weeks now, I thought it wise to check in with all of you and make certain we're effectively sharing any information we uncover between the four of us.
I learned that my roommate is half mutant spider. The blacksmith man, Tony, is making me a rapier and if he finds gunpowder will make a rifle too.
1/2 @checkmate Renamed Chat: [investigations into the fae and setting]
amurderofcrow
- 2025-02-14 05:52 (UTC) - Expand[Alright, so, Ren feels like an idiot. This isn't a new development, but it's an especially bad time for it to be happening, considering the date. Even if it wasn't... he feels like he owes Akechi something, for all this. Or maybe he just wants to.
So he's outside Akechi's room, taking his quietest steps and trying to leave a little wrapped package, a note, and a small gathering of flowers tied in a red ribbon. Just something simple, and something that he can have without looking at Ren and having to deal with... well, him.
This will be fine. This will be totally fine.]
So he's outside Akechi's room, taking his quietest steps and trying to leave a little wrapped package, a note, and a small gathering of flowers tied in a red ribbon. Just something simple, and something that he can have without looking at Ren and having to deal with... well, him.
This will be fine. This will be totally fine.]
[Naturally, just as Ren stoops to leave his gift, the door is flinging open, leaving a scowling Akechi glaring down at his rival.]
What kind of a thief are you? I could hear you coming.
What kind of a thief are you? I could hear you coming.
i bring news of our little deal
it's a mixed bag for the record
if you'd prefer to discuss this in person, tell me your location and i shall teleport to you.
it's a mixed bag for the record
if you'd prefer to discuss this in person, tell me your location and i shall teleport to you.
[From here!
Akechi doesn't need the reassurance, his own determination is more than enough, but the offer of help isn't the worst thing to get.]
Just how knowledgable are you? I admit, that kind of help could be quite useful.
Akechi doesn't need the reassurance, his own determination is more than enough, but the offer of help isn't the worst thing to get.]
Just how knowledgable are you? I admit, that kind of help could be quite useful.
[When they heard there was going to be another party, Ren wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Sure, he was going to go- they both were- and Akechi absolutely saw what he was planning on wearing and forced him into something better. But it's a bit into this party and Ren still hasn't seen the other boy. Usually it's a lot easier to find him in a crowd (at least for them), and he's starting to get worried. Did he get hurt? Is he off somewhere getting put in jail for stabbing someone again?
But just at the point where he's starting to get worried, he sees him; the soft hair, gloved hands, sharp eyes, and Ren slides up at his side exactly where he belongs. He doesn't know what the flower wrapped on his wrist is- some kind of mum, maybe?- but it also doesn't occur to him that would have anything to do with this encounter. It's Akechi. It's-- it's his Goro. This is exactly where he wants to be.]
I was beginning to think you weren't coming.
But just at the point where he's starting to get worried, he sees him; the soft hair, gloved hands, sharp eyes, and Ren slides up at his side exactly where he belongs. He doesn't know what the flower wrapped on his wrist is- some kind of mum, maybe?- but it also doesn't occur to him that would have anything to do with this encounter. It's Akechi. It's-- it's his Goro. This is exactly where he wants to be.]
I was beginning to think you weren't coming.
[For a boy who prefers to go unperceived these days, Akechi doesn't exactly try to hide. Tonight he's dressed in a form-fitting, burnt orange top with oversized, translucent sleeves and antique golden buttons. His usual tight pants have that same orange ribbon woven in going up each side of the leg, the kind that matches the same lacing in this new pair of gloves.
Of course, when the older boy turns, Ren might catch a peek of pale skin, the top Akechi's wearing scooped down low, delicate golden chains draped and dangling over his exposed back. Just a casual little something he picked out of his closet.
His gunshot wound is on full display like this, the matching scar on his shoulder blade just as ugly to the one on his chest, but Akechi hardly matters. Who is he trying to impress besides Ren anyway?]
I said I'd be here, didn't I?
[Ren slides right into place at Akechi's side as if he belongs there - and he does - his sweet expression some mix of worry and affection and excitement, as if he can't help his tumultuous emotions whenever the older boy is around. For that first thirty seconds or so, Akechi doesn't look at Ren, fiddling instead with his gloves. And because it's him and no one else, the younger might notice the slight pinch at his jaw.]
I still think it's a complete waste of time, but I'm true to my word. [Mostly.
Finally, finally, there's the barest of brushes of fingers at Ren's arm as Akechi looks over at him.]
Of course, when the older boy turns, Ren might catch a peek of pale skin, the top Akechi's wearing scooped down low, delicate golden chains draped and dangling over his exposed back. Just a casual little something he picked out of his closet.
His gunshot wound is on full display like this, the matching scar on his shoulder blade just as ugly to the one on his chest, but Akechi hardly matters. Who is he trying to impress besides Ren anyway?]
I said I'd be here, didn't I?
[Ren slides right into place at Akechi's side as if he belongs there - and he does - his sweet expression some mix of worry and affection and excitement, as if he can't help his tumultuous emotions whenever the older boy is around. For that first thirty seconds or so, Akechi doesn't look at Ren, fiddling instead with his gloves. And because it's him and no one else, the younger might notice the slight pinch at his jaw.]
I still think it's a complete waste of time, but I'm true to my word. [Mostly.
Finally, finally, there's the barest of brushes of fingers at Ren's arm as Akechi looks over at him.]
Edited 2025-03-21 05:42 (UTC)
[10 minutes have just barely come and gone before Prompto comes literally skidding into meet up with Akechi. He's a little sweaty from booking it from Noctis' room, thank the Gods his favorite Grump wasn't waiting for him since he had to leave a backup note about where he's going, but at least he's all bright smiles as he enters stage right.]
Heyaz Knight in Shining Armor! How does thou fare this day?
[Operation annoy into friendship is Go]
Heyaz Knight in Shining Armor! How does thou fare this day?
[Operation annoy into friendship is Go]
happy fun gun time is akechis nickname thank you very much
amurderofcrow
2025-03-27 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Spare me.
[Against Prompto's radiant brilliance, Akechi is a unflinching storm cloud. He waits with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown already tugging at his mouth, his stare piercing when it lands on the older man.]
Are you ready for this or not? I didn't come here for small talk.
[Against Prompto's radiant brilliance, Akechi is a unflinching storm cloud. He waits with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown already tugging at his mouth, his stare piercing when it lands on the older man.]
Are you ready for this or not? I didn't come here for small talk.
Quest Board #1 - This is just straight up porn, ignore us
amurderofcrow
2025-03-31 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
cw: flower aphrodisiacs, rough sex
[There is no warning for it.
Ren's dorm room door is whipped open without restraint, leaving one Goro Akechi standing there menacingly in the doorframe. Even in his fine clothing - today he's dressed in soft lavenders and leathers, with delicate floral embroidery along his shirt collar and sleeves - to someone like Ren, there would be no missing the way that Akechi's body was tense beneath his clothing, held tight together like letting go might make him tumble into a million furious pieces.
The older boy's face is worryingly flushed, the color already peeking out from beneath Akechi's collar, and his bright, murderous eyes look just a touch too big and shiny as he steps inside Ren's room proper and slams the door behind him.
Dangling from an ungloved hand is a small basket, filled with a plant that has a dome-shaped flower cluster and prickly leaves, all in a stunning steely blue. But Akechi only has eyes for Ren in this moment, staring the other boy down from where he stands.]
Take your clothes off.
[For a few seconds, Ren is blissfully unaware that there is a problem. This isn't the first time that Akechi has bust into his room looking pissed as hell, and there's no way it'll be the last, so he sits up like this is a regular day and he's ready to either listen to whatever the problem is or talk Akechi down from stabbing someone. Or maybe he'll get a little stabbed. Nothing too out of the ordinary.
Until, of course, he actually sees him. The taut stance, the color on his face that's heading down his chest- he looks almost disheveled, and that is something he never is.
Wait, Akechi said something.
Wait, what?]
Are you alright? You look--
[Really hot, actually, but that's not the words, do not say those words--]
Flustered.
Until, of course, he actually sees him. The taut stance, the color on his face that's heading down his chest- he looks almost disheveled, and that is something he never is.
Wait, Akechi said something.
Wait, what?]
Are you alright? You look--
[Really hot, actually, but that's not the words, do not say those words--]
Flustered.
cw: flower aphrodiasiacs but nothing actually happens here because ren isnt here lmao
[Their joining up had been mostly coincidence. Someone else from the Unseelie dorm heading out for the same quest, and Nahobino had somehow talked him into teaming up. Two heads, etc etc, especially when looking for some obscure flower. As bitter and unpleasant as this new companion seemed, Nahobino had dealt with worse demons. Could've been worse.
It'd taken longer than he hoped, especially since they'd had to venture into the forest. Or the edge of the forest, because it wasn't until the trees fell away to more open grasslands towards the docks that he finally, finally managed to spot something.]
There. Do you think that's it?
[Their joining up had been mostly coincidence. Someone else from the Unseelie dorm heading out for the same quest, and Nahobino had somehow talked him into teaming up. Two heads, etc etc, especially when looking for some obscure flower. As bitter and unpleasant as this new companion seemed, Nahobino had dealt with worse demons. Could've been worse.
It'd taken longer than he hoped, especially since they'd had to venture into the forest. Or the edge of the forest, because it wasn't until the trees fell away to more open grasslands towards the docks that he finally, finally managed to spot something.]
There. Do you think that's it?
[What's most annoying is how pointless it seems, a waste of an afternoon looking for these random herbs out in the forest with some complete stranger.
-However, the time away from Ren and his friends is a small blessing, so maybe Akechi isn't complaining quite as much as he wants to, though his expression isn't exactly inviting of friendly conversation either.]
It certainty looks as it was drawn. [He'll cross over by Nahobino to come drop into a kneel beside the patch of sea holly, whipping out his Leaf just to double check that the coloring and the dome-like shape matches the flier.] Well, that didn't take half as long as I thought it might.
-However, the time away from Ren and his friends is a small blessing, so maybe Akechi isn't complaining quite as much as he wants to, though his expression isn't exactly inviting of friendly conversation either.]
It certainty looks as it was drawn. [He'll cross over by Nahobino to come drop into a kneel beside the patch of sea holly, whipping out his Leaf just to double check that the coloring and the dome-like shape matches the flier.] Well, that didn't take half as long as I thought it might.
That's the true question, isn't it? I've so long known I was destined for hell that to exist among the flames is as natural as breathing. It's what feels right for a soul as rotted as my own.
But that couplet isn't familiar to me. Is it one of your own?
But that couplet isn't familiar to me. Is it one of your own?
[Action backdated to the March party because time isn't real]
desireandhope
2025-04-09 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Yusuke does not trust this party. He doesn’t trust much of what the court rulers host, but this party in celebration of spring has him on high alert. Despite attempting to avoid the festivities, he’d been unable to stop one of the helpful fae on the floor from pinning a boutonnière to him and while annoying, Yusuke had to admit that the delicate ghost orchid pinned to his shirt was a gorgeous decoration to bear. And so he wanders the party, looking for anyone familiar to him, both already here and newly arrived.
He turns a corner, expecting to see more of the party with its soft morning light and floral decorations, but instead he finds himself standing in his home. No, no, his old home, the rundown shack that he and his fellow apprentices had lived in. He can feel the creak of rotted wood under his feet as he shifts his weight while trying to get his bearings. This is, was, his room. Why is he here? He turns and sees he is not alone. A woman sits in the corner as she delicately moves a brush against a canvas set in front of her. There is intense concentration in her eyes and it is a look that Yusuke finds terribly familiar. She is dressed in a simple white dress with black trim on the sleeves and a black band around the skirt. Her long black hair falls softly over her shoulder and the air leaves his lungs as he realizes the woman sitting in the chair is The Sayuri. His mother.
She looks up and Yusuke freezes. But her attention is not on him but on Madarame, who is standing near her and the canvas, smiling. They’re talking and the words are muffled, a soft white noise vaguely in the shape of language. He strains to understand what they are saying but then out of the corner of his eye he sees a toddler. The toddler sits on the floor with colored pencils and is concentrating just like his mother as he presses his red pencil deep into paper in a vivid circle. Yusuke’s throat is tight as he watches the boy go around and around until a loud thud is heard. Both present and past Yusuke turn their heads to see their mother laid out on the ground shaking violently. Madarame leaves in a rush and baby Yusuke stands, dropping his pencil as he toddles over to his mother.
"Mama?"
She doesn’t answer him- can’t answer him- as she chokes and gasps for air, her face pressed into the splintering old wooden floor. Present Yusuke’s hands are shaking as the boy, tenderly and slowly, slides his tiny hands under her trembling head. You’re supposed to protect the head arises unbidden in Yusuke’s mind, a certainty of fact that feels carved into his bones.
"Mama!?"
Loud footsteps come from behind them and present Yusuke sees Madarame return to stand in the doorway. He doesn’t move, his face bathed in shadow and merely watches the woman struggle and the tiny toddler trying to cradle her. As his mother falls quiet, Yusuke sees as his younger self look back to Madarame and speak in a wavering voice.
"Sensei… mama doesn’t look good. Please make her better?"
He thinks Madarame says something as he walks back into the room. Probably his name and some other nonsense as he takes the toddler’s hand and leads him away, the boy turning back to look at the prone body of his mother. The memory fades and Yusuke stumbles, collapsing against a hedge as he returns to the present. His breathing is shallow and skin paper white as he stares wide eyed into nothing.]
He turns a corner, expecting to see more of the party with its soft morning light and floral decorations, but instead he finds himself standing in his home. No, no, his old home, the rundown shack that he and his fellow apprentices had lived in. He can feel the creak of rotted wood under his feet as he shifts his weight while trying to get his bearings. This is, was, his room. Why is he here? He turns and sees he is not alone. A woman sits in the corner as she delicately moves a brush against a canvas set in front of her. There is intense concentration in her eyes and it is a look that Yusuke finds terribly familiar. She is dressed in a simple white dress with black trim on the sleeves and a black band around the skirt. Her long black hair falls softly over her shoulder and the air leaves his lungs as he realizes the woman sitting in the chair is The Sayuri. His mother.
She looks up and Yusuke freezes. But her attention is not on him but on Madarame, who is standing near her and the canvas, smiling. They’re talking and the words are muffled, a soft white noise vaguely in the shape of language. He strains to understand what they are saying but then out of the corner of his eye he sees a toddler. The toddler sits on the floor with colored pencils and is concentrating just like his mother as he presses his red pencil deep into paper in a vivid circle. Yusuke’s throat is tight as he watches the boy go around and around until a loud thud is heard. Both present and past Yusuke turn their heads to see their mother laid out on the ground shaking violently. Madarame leaves in a rush and baby Yusuke stands, dropping his pencil as he toddles over to his mother.
"Mama?"
She doesn’t answer him- can’t answer him- as she chokes and gasps for air, her face pressed into the splintering old wooden floor. Present Yusuke’s hands are shaking as the boy, tenderly and slowly, slides his tiny hands under her trembling head. You’re supposed to protect the head arises unbidden in Yusuke’s mind, a certainty of fact that feels carved into his bones.
"Mama!?"
Loud footsteps come from behind them and present Yusuke sees Madarame return to stand in the doorway. He doesn’t move, his face bathed in shadow and merely watches the woman struggle and the tiny toddler trying to cradle her. As his mother falls quiet, Yusuke sees as his younger self look back to Madarame and speak in a wavering voice.
"Sensei… mama doesn’t look good. Please make her better?"
He thinks Madarame says something as he walks back into the room. Probably his name and some other nonsense as he takes the toddler’s hand and leads him away, the boy turning back to look at the prone body of his mother. The memory fades and Yusuke stumbles, collapsing against a hedge as he returns to the present. His breathing is shallow and skin paper white as he stares wide eyed into nothing.]
[Akechi feels as if he stops breathing altogether.
One moment, he's navigating this nightmare of a party, on edge after his conversations with Sahar and Narciso, and the very next, he's transported to this ...shack and faced down by the sham of an artist, Madarame. Even before Akechi knows with certainty what is happening, he can't help the way bile rises up in his throat at the mere sight of this monster.
And then it gets worse.
Yusuke's mother convulses on the floor, she pleads for her life, and the toddler begs for help from the man who refuses to even lift a finger for her. The scene plays out in slow motion for Akechi, as if time itself has stopped to make certain he doesn't miss a second of this torture, but the second that he comes back to his senses and spies Yusuke collapsing, he is right there to yank the younger boy back to his feet.
Against his shoulder, Akechi's hand is trembling.]
Careful, Kitagawa.
One moment, he's navigating this nightmare of a party, on edge after his conversations with Sahar and Narciso, and the very next, he's transported to this ...shack and faced down by the sham of an artist, Madarame. Even before Akechi knows with certainty what is happening, he can't help the way bile rises up in his throat at the mere sight of this monster.
And then it gets worse.
Yusuke's mother convulses on the floor, she pleads for her life, and the toddler begs for help from the man who refuses to even lift a finger for her. The scene plays out in slow motion for Akechi, as if time itself has stopped to make certain he doesn't miss a second of this torture, but the second that he comes back to his senses and spies Yusuke collapsing, he is right there to yank the younger boy back to his feet.
Against his shoulder, Akechi's hand is trembling.]
Careful, Kitagawa.
[Sneaking into the Unseelie dorms has already become second nature for him. Sneaking in general has, but he needs to go see Futaba on a regular basis.
But that's not where he's going today.
It wasn't hard to get Akechi's room number. Morgana sits at the door, making sure nobody's around and watching, and then claws at the door.]
Akechi! [Hopefully his roommate isn't in. He can't imagine anyone else would be visiting Akechi, after all! Haha!] We need to talk.
[...He actually sounds serious, this time.]
But that's not where he's going today.
It wasn't hard to get Akechi's room number. Morgana sits at the door, making sure nobody's around and watching, and then claws at the door.]
Akechi! [Hopefully his roommate isn't in. He can't imagine anyone else would be visiting Akechi, after all! Haha!] We need to talk.
[...He actually sounds serious, this time.]
[It is Morgana's luck that Wanda isn't in, so Akechi is there after only a few seconds of scratching, opening the door enough for the cat to slip on inside.]
Without the others, you mean.
[Akechi's been itching to speak to Morgana privately for the last few days, but he didn't expect the cat to beat him to it. What could he possibly have to say that Ren and the others weren't allowed to hear?]
Sit wherever you like. [His side of the room is immaculate and bare, just a few gifts from Ren and a book or two by his bed.]
Without the others, you mean.
[Akechi's been itching to speak to Morgana privately for the last few days, but he didn't expect the cat to beat him to it. What could he possibly have to say that Ren and the others weren't allowed to hear?]
Sit wherever you like. [His side of the room is immaculate and bare, just a few gifts from Ren and a book or two by his bed.]
[mid may] again, this is just porn, you've been warned
amurderofcrow
2025-05-19 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
cw: rough sex, potential non-con fantasies
[Since that week apart and their explosive reunion, is it really that much of a surprise to know that two teenage boys haven't been able to keep their hands off of one another since?
Ren is on his knees in Akechi's bedroom for once, face buried in between the older boy's legs while Akechi perches on the edge of his bed, his thighs spread wide. Most of their clothes have been pawed off since the moment they stepped in through the door, dropped in piles across the floor, but Akechi's still wearing his leather gloves as he strokes his fingers through Ren's messy hair, caught between murmuring and moaning and forcefully pulling the other closer to his cunt.]
M'so close, Ren. Just like that, just like that - Gonna let me come down that pretty little throat of yours? Let me make a real mess of you?
[While this wasn't the direct impetus for figuring things out with Akechi, it is an incredible, incredible perk. Getting the privilege of taking the other boy apart with only his mouth is still something that he thought he'd never get to do, but he relishes it every time-- and it helps that it's also very, very hot. Ren's own legs are spread slightly where he sits, his fully hard cock bobbing with each movement of his body as Akechi pulls and pushes him around. It's so fucking hot. This whole thing is so fucking hot. God he's lucky.
Ren can't actually respond with his mouth currently occupied, so in lieu of words, he simply hums right over Akechi's clit, just barely scraping it with his teeth before angling his jaw to plunge his tongue back into the other boy's cunt. Meanwhile, one hand clenches into Akechi's thigh, the other reaching down to stroke himself as if the older boy might not notice he's also looking to get off on this.]
Ren can't actually respond with his mouth currently occupied, so in lieu of words, he simply hums right over Akechi's clit, just barely scraping it with his teeth before angling his jaw to plunge his tongue back into the other boy's cunt. Meanwhile, one hand clenches into Akechi's thigh, the other reaching down to stroke himself as if the older boy might not notice he's also looking to get off on this.]
[Once Nancy's been made to know it's Akechi's birthday, she wastes no time in providing him with a gift. Wrapped in a plain box with a simple rose gold ribbon is a dagger. While colored gold, Akechi can be sure it's not real gold, so the dagger can be used regularly. Just in case he wants to stab more people. Attached is a note with surprisingly fancy handwriting, though closer inspection will show an unsure hand:
We match now.- NS]
We match now.- NS]
[It isn't what he expects at all.
At first, Akechi isn't certain who this is from at all, taking in the pretty (albeit shaky) handwriting and not recognizing it until he comes to that NS at the end. But the dagger itself is just - immediately he thinks of his Prince persona, the charming boy in white and gold, gleaming and effortless and so utterly fake. This is exactly the kind of dagger that boy might use, more flourish than effective, but even with that side of himself long shed, he's still rather taken by it.
Which is why she receives a text not too much later:]
Sneaky. You're lucky I was otherwise preoccupied or I might have had you arrested for breaking and entering.
You didn't have to do anything like this for me.
At first, Akechi isn't certain who this is from at all, taking in the pretty (albeit shaky) handwriting and not recognizing it until he comes to that NS at the end. But the dagger itself is just - immediately he thinks of his Prince persona, the charming boy in white and gold, gleaming and effortless and so utterly fake. This is exactly the kind of dagger that boy might use, more flourish than effective, but even with that side of himself long shed, he's still rather taken by it.
Which is why she receives a text not too much later:]
Sneaky. You're lucky I was otherwise preoccupied or I might have had you arrested for breaking and entering.
You didn't have to do anything like this for me.
text || un: ribbon || BACKDATED To day after Sumire dies
mentalgymnastics
2025-07-28 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[When she wakes up, she's screaming and gasping for air and clawing against her blankets. Even when the realization that she's alive and in bed hits her, she can't stop sobbing against the weight of her experience. Good thing Peter seems to be gone already.
It's hard to piece the events together - while she remembers needing to get Futaba out, the fear and extreme pain of her final moments overrides almost all other memories. There's so many sensations that no person should have to experience that are now carved into her mind like a gaping wound.
But one memory that stands out is her gaze locking with Akechi's for not even the width of a second. It could be something her mind fabricated, but...
Her hands tremble uncontrollably as she types, struggling to figure out what to say.]
Seems we really do come back after dying here.
It's hard to piece the events together - while she remembers needing to get Futaba out, the fear and extreme pain of her final moments overrides almost all other memories. There's so many sensations that no person should have to experience that are now carved into her mind like a gaping wound.
But one memory that stands out is her gaze locking with Akechi's for not even the width of a second. It could be something her mind fabricated, but...
Her hands tremble uncontrollably as she types, struggling to figure out what to say.]
Seems we really do come back after dying here.
[On Sumire's end, she would only see the telltale READ icon pop up beneath her message, before complete and utter silence on Akechi's end.
But she's always understood the boy on a level that none of the others could ever hope to, linked through their grief and the melancholia that controlled their lives. Amongst the thieves, they've always felt othered, unable to fully conform to the code of morality that the others upheld. Sumire may not have hands drenched in blood like him, but of all of them, he knows she would be the one to do it.
So she must know exactly what he'll do next.
There's no knock, no politely announcing his presence, Akechi simply bursts into her dorm room, his fierce, penetrative gaze locking on where Sumire lays in bed, before he's crossing the distance in flash. And even now, it's awkward for him, not knowing how to reach out to others in a way that feels real, but months upon months of her slender fingers pulling through his hair and her slight frame pressed up against his, it allows him to settle a gloved hand on her shoulder before pulling Sumire into a crushing hug.]
But she's always understood the boy on a level that none of the others could ever hope to, linked through their grief and the melancholia that controlled their lives. Amongst the thieves, they've always felt othered, unable to fully conform to the code of morality that the others upheld. Sumire may not have hands drenched in blood like him, but of all of them, he knows she would be the one to do it.
So she must know exactly what he'll do next.
There's no knock, no politely announcing his presence, Akechi simply bursts into her dorm room, his fierce, penetrative gaze locking on where Sumire lays in bed, before he's crossing the distance in flash. And even now, it's awkward for him, not knowing how to reach out to others in a way that feels real, but months upon months of her slender fingers pulling through his hair and her slight frame pressed up against his, it allows him to settle a gloved hand on her shoulder before pulling Sumire into a crushing hug.]
[akechi considers if mishima will even notice that this has been sent to the wrong username on the network... ]
If you have something to say, speak it.
If you have something to say, speak it.
[It's a few days after the hydra attack but before his own reality shift when Yusuke attempts to find Akechi. He's pretty sure the older boy is doing better now having survived the hydra attack, but he knows that there could be some aftereffects from the hydra's venom or bite or whatever nasty thing you could get from it. So a quick check up to make sure that everything is good is in order, in his opinion.
He finally manages to track Akechi down in the library, not waiting for an invitation before he sits down next to him as he does whatever it is he was here to do. As is usual for Yusuke, he gets straight to the point.]
How are you doing?
[Upon initial glance he seems... oddly relaxed. His outfit is still coordinated but the edges seem less crisp somehow. He brings that easy grace to anything he wears and this is more casual menswear chic, with less coordination but more comfortable. It suits Akechi in a way that feels different than before.]
He finally manages to track Akechi down in the library, not waiting for an invitation before he sits down next to him as he does whatever it is he was here to do. As is usual for Yusuke, he gets straight to the point.]
How are you doing?
[Upon initial glance he seems... oddly relaxed. His outfit is still coordinated but the edges seem less crisp somehow. He brings that easy grace to anything he wears and this is more casual menswear chic, with less coordination but more comfortable. It suits Akechi in a way that feels different than before.]
[The state Yusuke finds Akechi in is odd.]
Yusuke.
[No version of Goro Akechi is ever the most warm or welcoming person to exist - even like this, he's certainly no Ren - but the small smile that plays at his lips comes a dozen times easier than any of his usual smiles, a touch more ease in his movements, more quiet joy at the sight of his friend. The book that he'd been taking notes on is immediately set aside in favor of giving the other boy his full attention, a hand reaching over to pull out the chair next to him, waving Yusuke to it as if it's routine for them.]
Better now that you're here. I've been going through the notes I've been taking since we arrived, but some of them don't feel like they were written by me at all.
Yusuke.
[No version of Goro Akechi is ever the most warm or welcoming person to exist - even like this, he's certainly no Ren - but the small smile that plays at his lips comes a dozen times easier than any of his usual smiles, a touch more ease in his movements, more quiet joy at the sight of his friend. The book that he'd been taking notes on is immediately set aside in favor of giving the other boy his full attention, a hand reaching over to pull out the chair next to him, waving Yusuke to it as if it's routine for them.]
Better now that you're here. I've been going through the notes I've been taking since we arrived, but some of them don't feel like they were written by me at all.
[Group Text for the Phantom Thieves + Mishima] (backdated to like last week)
amurderofcrow
2025-09-22 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
In the utter chaos of the last few weeks, I realize I've forgotten to report on something that happened during the battle with the hydra.
I met another persona user.
I do not know his name, but here he is from his GEIS profile.
[Attached is screenshot of Yosuke's profile that Akechi took after getting meanly flirted at by him on the network - he has a whole album dedicated to screenshots of people he's fought with on the network - and it shows both a selfie and his username - brosuke.]
I met another persona user.
I do not know his name, but here he is from his GEIS profile.
[Attached is screenshot of Yosuke's profile that Akechi took after getting meanly flirted at by him on the network - he has a whole album dedicated to screenshots of people he's fought with on the network - and it shows both a selfie and his username - brosuke.]
Like when an android user and an iPhone user are in the same group chat
desireandhope
- 2025-09-22 04:49 (UTC) - Expand[@checkmate has kicked @number1phan out of the chat]
amurderofcrow
- 2025-09-22 18:43 (UTC) - Expandok I know how this looks but I need your advice on something
This is a real question and not me setting up for a joke or anything I'm serious I really need your help and you're the only guy I know to ask this
This is a real question and not me setting up for a joke or anything I'm serious I really need your help and you're the only guy I know to ask this
[Alright so, it isn’t much but at least Yosuke has Akechi’s interest piqued. Even if this kid is annoying, there’s no denying his interest in these other persona users.]
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Go ahead. I have more minutes than I know what to do with in this place.
[The fact is: Yosuke died.
Yosuke died because Akechi killed him.
It was.. probably an accident? He remembers the look on Akechi's face when the realization hit, and he couldn't confirm it then. But he's had a couple of days to really go back over events himself and he's fairly certain Akechi didn't intend that to happen.
Then again, Yosuke had been kind of annoying him a lot before that.
He just doesn't know the guy well enough.
So when Yosuke is walking around outside and comes across the lake, he decides to take a few minutes. And when he sees movement, he freezes when he sees it's Akechi with another goddamn sword- Maybe if he just moves out of the way, Akechi won't be bothered.]
Yosuke died because Akechi killed him.
It was.. probably an accident? He remembers the look on Akechi's face when the realization hit, and he couldn't confirm it then. But he's had a couple of days to really go back over events himself and he's fairly certain Akechi didn't intend that to happen.
Then again, Yosuke had been kind of annoying him a lot before that.
He just doesn't know the guy well enough.
So when Yosuke is walking around outside and comes across the lake, he decides to take a few minutes. And when he sees movement, he freezes when he sees it's Akechi with another goddamn sword- Maybe if he just moves out of the way, Akechi won't be bothered.]
[At least this time Yosuke has a little distance between himself and Akechi's sword.
After the constant sense of stress and pressure of the Hunt, Akechi's found himself struggling to adapt to this absurd return to normalcy. The fae act as if nothing happened, as if there was no significance to the fact that so many Adopted were slain by their hands, but the teenager just can't channel the same level of nonchalance himself. Since everything went back to normal, he's spent most of his waking hours alone, pressed into corners with a book or his overstuffed journal, walking paths twisting around the outer edge of the forest, or like he is now, perched beside the lakeside, scrubbing the blade of his sword clean again.
(It's just as clean as it had been the last five times he's wiped it down, not a speck of dried blood remaining, but still, the compulsion itches at him until even he can't help but give in, just to quiet the thoughts.)
So he's just turning the flame bladed sword from here to there to catch a shine or two in the low light, when Akechi notices Yosuke's approach. His posture stiffens, the older boy on his feet almost immediately, sword in hand, facing the other teenager. His expression is unreadable, cold and too still.]
Hanamura.
After the constant sense of stress and pressure of the Hunt, Akechi's found himself struggling to adapt to this absurd return to normalcy. The fae act as if nothing happened, as if there was no significance to the fact that so many Adopted were slain by their hands, but the teenager just can't channel the same level of nonchalance himself. Since everything went back to normal, he's spent most of his waking hours alone, pressed into corners with a book or his overstuffed journal, walking paths twisting around the outer edge of the forest, or like he is now, perched beside the lakeside, scrubbing the blade of his sword clean again.
(It's just as clean as it had been the last five times he's wiped it down, not a speck of dried blood remaining, but still, the compulsion itches at him until even he can't help but give in, just to quiet the thoughts.)
So he's just turning the flame bladed sword from here to there to catch a shine or two in the low light, when Akechi notices Yosuke's approach. His posture stiffens, the older boy on his feet almost immediately, sword in hand, facing the other teenager. His expression is unreadable, cold and too still.]
Hanamura.
[Eikichi may still be bad using a Leaf, but the thing is nearly stupid-proof even for someone like him. So that does mean it's time to start bothering his fellow persona users more personally in an attempt to make friends!
Hard mode: Goro Akechi, who is according to Ren "fun once you get to know him" or something to the like, honestly all Eikichi heard was "challenge" and that got his Boss blood boiling. Besides, having been in Sumaru's school for delinquent boys, he knows a thing or two about hooligans and earning their respect. The best way to settle things and 'talk' is with fists, or in their case, with Persona. That's a bonding experience, right? He was curious about how powerful the future persona users were anyway.
So bright and early one morning, there's a picture of Eikichi pointing to the hot spring area the other hand in a throat slash gesture, like he's egging him on.]
Come to hot fairy training ground if u want an asskicking
~ Michel <3
[He doesn't need to sign his posts, but he's from 1999, it's a miracle there's so little emojis.]
Hard mode: Goro Akechi, who is according to Ren "fun once you get to know him" or something to the like, honestly all Eikichi heard was "challenge" and that got his Boss blood boiling. Besides, having been in Sumaru's school for delinquent boys, he knows a thing or two about hooligans and earning their respect. The best way to settle things and 'talk' is with fists, or in their case, with Persona. That's a bonding experience, right? He was curious about how powerful the future persona users were anyway.
So bright and early one morning, there's a picture of Eikichi pointing to the hot spring area the other hand in a throat slash gesture, like he's egging him on.]
Come to hot fairy training ground if u want an asskicking
~ Michel <3
[He doesn't need to sign his posts, but he's from 1999, it's a miracle there's so little emojis.]
[Ren knows, in his heart, it wasn't a good deal. There's never something completely honest about these fae, and he knows he's doing exactly what he's repeatedly told everyone else not to do. But the way Akechi looked at him, eyes wild in the bathroom with the glass in his hand, a shell of something that he should have been--
He couldn't stand it. He can't leave him that way. Akechi will understand. He has to understand.
But now not only does his price hold over him like the sword of Damocles, but he must be the one to deliver it. She pressed something into him, right into his throat, and he can feel it-- or maybe that's just the weight of what his job is now. It was a vengeful act, made to break him. And he won't let her get that on him, either.
So despite his trepidation, he swallows his fear, and approaches Akechi's room with resolve.]
Akechi? Are you there?
He couldn't stand it. He can't leave him that way. Akechi will understand. He has to understand.
But now not only does his price hold over him like the sword of Damocles, but he must be the one to deliver it. She pressed something into him, right into his throat, and he can feel it-- or maybe that's just the weight of what his job is now. It was a vengeful act, made to break him. And he won't let her get that on him, either.
So despite his trepidation, he swallows his fear, and approaches Akechi's room with resolve.]
Akechi? Are you there?
[Ren barely waits a few seconds before Akechi's yanking the door open, his expression neutral as ever even as a perfect brow arches curiously up beneath his bangs.]
What kind of a thief knocks? You're losing your touch, Amamiya.
[But of course this long into their relationship, Akechi relents enough to step aside and let Ren in, but not before instinctively pressing forward and puckering his lips, awaiting a customary boyfriend greeting kiss.]
What kind of a thief knocks? You're losing your touch, Amamiya.
[But of course this long into their relationship, Akechi relents enough to step aside and let Ren in, but not before instinctively pressing forward and puckering his lips, awaiting a customary boyfriend greeting kiss.]
[Attached is a picture of a very cute, very green, very fluffy kitten with yellow eyes. She is asleep in a sunbeam.]
Our new roommate needs a name.
Our new roommate needs a name.
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